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Grateful Again, Day 2

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. (Thornton Wilder)

I am grateful for finally being able to look into the mirror and cast flaws into the wind, thoroughly enjoying the woman I am. I often admire the symmetry of sweaty shoulders and waist perfect for me. I am grateful that I can completely be delighted with all that I see in my reflection so that when you look at me I can glitter back and wink. “Yes, dear. I know. I fell in love with her first.”